To avoid a heart attack, I have been limiting my time on the computer, because “news” = “stress.” So I’ve been busy doing things.

Teeny baby petunias. There are many more now, maybe 2 1/2 times as many, but they aren’t much bigger. And while the cold and the snow have been fairly unwelcome, they are at least causing the furnace to run, and because the seedlings are living down by the furnace, they’re staying warm.







I finished a mini-shawl, maybe 40″ across. The pattern started out as “Multnomah” on Ravelry, but I changed the garter stitch to stockinette, and changed yarn for the ripples on the bottom. The pattern calls for fingering weight, but I made it in lace-weight. And of course, the colors in the photo were way off, but I’ve brought them in close enough. However, my house is now spotted.  I wish I hadn’t blocked this one. It was all soft and wavy at the bottom, and now it’s just got the feather-and-fan ripples. But guys, I was so stunned at how nice this came out. I made a pretty thing!

And also, I did this maybe-not-pretty thing.


I’m torn between “delicate organic form and texture” and “dead spider”, although “sitting zazen octopus” works just as well. It was actually a prototype, a quick mock-up. I don’t like version 2 at all, and I’m wondering about version 3. This idea was taken from an image lost in the Great Cat Erasing of 2014, so I can’t refer back to the Bronze Age original. Also, Kirsten: you are better at joins than this. Get back to invisible solder, please.


And now I have officially replaced every photo in this post, because that’s just how much I care. Have a good weekend, people.

I want this read at my funeral,
except I don’t want a funeral.

Inscribe it on my headstone,
Except there won’t be one.

Ashes poured into a cardboard pot
With a willow tree; write with charcoal

So the words get eaten up and cast out
Into the wind with the fallen leaves;

“A few final solutions, like a duet
With the undertaker: a voice in the clouds…”



Originally posted on hecatedemeter:

So I was going to write pretty much this exact post, but the lovely and literate Melissa McEwan at Shakesville did it better and first and saved me the trouble.

Hillary Clinton is going to announce announced her long-expected second run for the presidency today and shit, as they say, is about to get real. One thing that surprised me about Obama’s candidacy and presidency has been how truly, deeply, evilly racist our society still is (I know, but privilege!) and how his election brought all that infection to the surface in one ugly boil. I expect Clinton’s candidacy and (please Goddess) presidency to do that and more for sexism. It’s going to be a long nine (hopefully) years.

As Melissa says (and I agree):

Clinton is a consummate modern Democratic politician. Which means she’s way more conservative on many issues that I am (and most of this readership…

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New book squeeeee!


An essay, it says, at 400 pages. Anyway, it covers all the spooky liminal attributes of Late Medieval Church material objects – paintings, crucifixes, altarpieces. So cool. I opened the book and ran across a section on Opening Marys- sculptures of Mary with openings in the back where relics were kept. So cool.

Also shown; one of the geraniums that have lived in the basement all winter, and that came up Saturday night because Sun and Warm Temperatures. I don’t think they believe it’s real yet, or maybe the sun is still too thin to really promote the greening of leaves. It will be above freezing all week, according to the forecast that can never be believed, so there they will stay.

And not shown, because it can’t be shown because it is gone; my computer at work decided to lose two hours’ work generating a list of mailing addresses. That I now get to do over, and which wasn’t supposed to be my job in the first place. I was in tears. But then we went to the gym, and I thought about it while doing sit-ups, and realized that there are several things missing from the course of two days, and I probably need to do a system restore, and start backing up to a thumb drive. F###ing PC’s. Or Microsoft; your choice. I suppose computers in general, but I won’t say anything bad about my Mac, except the updated software. If you can’t trust Apple, what can you trust?

calcite statue of a man

3rd C. BCE – 1st C. CE. Yemen. Yellow calcite-alabaster statue. More at the link.

He came up in conversation this weekend, so here is a sample.


I found out about Hundertwasser through Opal yarns, of course. They have a series of self-patterning yarns based on his work. This is a very dull image from his work. Really, just do a Google image search, and I’ll see you in a few days.

albarran cabrera %22the mouth of Krishna%22

Gelatin silver print.

Also; artists are intense;

Manifestos are involved.


This is my favorite from the linkéd thing.

I don’t know anything about this movement, but it certainly must have been in the air when I was growing up. I’m going to look into it. I’ll let you know.

eta; Look what I found! Purty.

Corneille-lhomme-dans-la-ville-1952 - cobra art

Click image for link.

I’ve been doing this for a while, and I’ve lost a lot of threads, of what I want to put up. So I’m going to put up things like this;

(Yeah, thanks for the embedding, vimeo.)

John Baldessari on a painting by Philip Guston. Take it or leave it.

I was over at Kmkat’s. She always puts up wonderful links, and really – I delete more than I post. She put up a link to “Chaos & Mayhem?” one of those places I don’t go to because I spend way too much time in the rabbit hole.

I accidentally clicked through on the “Extravagant Consumption: Reading Vs. Buying” link. What!? I’m actually reading the last book I bought, and the one before that, and I’m going to read the book that’s coming – but I think I’ll pass on the library book that is currently in my bed, and I kinda wish I could pass on the book Daughter lent me – but it is entertaining (although exhausting) rewriting every. damn. sentence. (YA? Paid by the word? Discuss.) And maybe I need more bookshelves, because I don’t have room for my Medieval collection (not that it’s so big – I just don’t have room).

Currently I’m reading The Morphology of the Folktale, a systemization of folktale themes and memes. I haven’t gotten very far into it, because I discovered that if you substitute “tail” for “tale”, things become much more interesting.”Before throwing light upon the question of the tail’s origin, one must first answer the question as to what the tail itself represents.” Aside from me messing with my own head, it’s an interesting book, making my minimal studies of philosophy worthwhile.

But the one before – that’s the interesting one. I’d picked it up at the library, or maybe read a short-story precursor to the novel, and I hadn’t liked it. But since I’d spent the money, and since it’s an author I generally like, I pushed on.

2312, by Kim Stanley Robinson. Amazing, like his stories are. And hopeful, which I didn’t expect. Set in 2312, of course. He calls our current era the Great Dithering. Anyway. Hopeful. Awkward, in some ways. A little forced, on occasion. I think the ending was . . . unnecessary, maybe. But worth reading. He does things, swooshing gently from one POV to another, softly, like a goldfish in still water. Parts of lists, like messages bobbing up in an eight-ball.

So I have to finish Morphology, and then Christian Materiality, and then I’ll be free! I’ve only got 20 or 30 on my headboard.


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